What’s your favorite possession? Not your most valuable (not your computer, you nerd), but your favorite. Mine’s my royal blue Alfani silk pajamas.
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An old Gibson guitar.
My uncle who was a crazy person left behind a thinger. This is the general idea. Mine is a little different in a darker blue and gold but almost as garish. The little cherubs on top look the same and the base looks the same with those little feet things. Not as crafted though to where no I don’t think it’s worth anywhere near what this one is. Some of the gold has the beginnings of rustyness on mine.
It’s a windup musical carousel thinger you put cigarettes in and then when someone pushes the button it sort of spins open and plays some vaguely european music box tune. oh. Musical Mosques. Now I have a for real name for it.
Baldwin Studio upright, built by Hamilton.
oh. then it closes again after the music’s over.
A 1936 Hammond desk clock that sits atop my 2006 Hammond organ.
(Inherited from my grandma.)
oh. Also they want $120 for my favorite Lucky jeans these days. That makes me like the ones I have already a lot more.
Leatherman Charge
Mine’s a slightly different version. I rarely go anywhere without it.
No guns? Oh well, no reason to buck the trend. My favorite (also by far the most ridiculously expensive thing I own) is my Weber Beartooth mandolin. The longer you play a good mandolin the better it sounds. This one was exceptional when I bought it and it just gets better all the time. Which reminds me, I should be playing it right now.
I’ve got to admit I’m pretty partial to my S&W .44 Mountain Gun though..
IMI Desert Eagle, blued, in .44 magnum…And my Hummer…
huh, I just thought that was the model name. oh well. had one growing up and it’s still my favorite piano. I tried to talk my parents into letting me keep it when they got the grand piano, but they said we didn’t have room for it. currently I’ve got a Kimball spinet which… meh. I don’t think it can ever be in tune. OTOH it came from my grandmother. so I really can’t complain about free piano. it gets the job done for the most part.
Favorite firearm? A Winchester 94 trapper in .45 colt.
My Big Green Egg.
My grandma had a spinet (right there in Oak Cliff, Dallas), actually. I always hated the sound of the thing. Tinny, strings too short as a structural matter, I think. I haven’t measured but my Dad always maintained this upright has longer Bass strings than the typical “baby” grand. I believed him for what it’s worth. Sounds better anyhow.
I don’t usually think of him as a “possession”, but I’d have to go with my dog, Rudi.
My desk. A relative back in the 1800’s made it from a Cherry-wood harpsichord. It got passed to me by my parents many, many years ago.
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Ya want a 51 inch Baldwin concert upright? Yours free if you can get it out of my livingroom.The “modified” Suzuki method cured our youngest of any love for music.
Well, since I can’t pick my computer …
I’m really fond of my pencil cactus. It’s got a new shoot going, and it’ getting huge.
Rusty, pull a model# off it so maggie can look it up here (or for that matter, if you’ve got the time to spend you can look for it too.)
Now that I think about it, I have an old Ithaca Model 37 Featherlight that I am pretty fond of also.
I love pencil cacti things. I will bring a cutting back at Christmas I think. Mom’s is huge to where it had to be lashed to one of the porch supports cause it’s too big for the pot really but if you do a bigger pot it gets way too unwieldy to bring in when it freezes. I love these christmas ones too but I don’t really have a place for one of those I don’t think. They call them christmas cacti but I think they’re probably succulents. Here is another pic but they call it an easter cactus. It’s very confusing.
Uncle Sam #1 comic book. From the early 1940’s.
I love my rose bushes of undetermined name.
I’m not much of a rose person, but I am a sucker for peach-colored flowers, and I bought three little six-inch pots at the grocery store, thinking they were miniatures. Now they’re five feet tall, but I’ve never been able to find out the name of the variety (no scent, clustered floribunda).
They start blooming in late June and don’t stop until after Halloween.
And my Darwin Hybrid Tulips. I’ve got scads of bulbs this year, if anyone’s interested.
My complete set of “The Sandman” comics, with extra signed copies of #s 1 through 8 (The Sound of Her Wings), and an extra signed copy of the first annual and the final book. (those are extras b/c of course my full set have not ever been opened – and I have the collections for reading purposes.)
Yes I am that geeky!
Oh and my .357 S&W is a close second, so don’t think of coming to steal my comics! I have mint of the first 20 “Spawn”s as well. You know you’re all jealous!
Probably have to be my ’79 XS1100 Special.
My 100 yr-old oak roll top desk “The Albatross” that my dad rescued from the burn pile when he worked for Union Pacific. He gave it to me for my high school graduation. It’s beat up, has rings from the railroad yard coffee pot, creosote stains, you name it. One of the drawers has a nail for a handle. It’s my favorite place to sit and write.
Easy. A brand new 1968 Plymouth RoadRunner, ‘zactly like the one I bought in 68.
Gun? like BMoe, an Ithaca model 37-easily the best pump made.
Btw, dogs are friends, you can’t own them in the true sense of the word.
Tossup between my Winchester 9422 and a 1952 Smith & Wesson K-22. Besides my cat.
A pocket Psalms/New Testament that has been in my family since 1863.
Silver dollar, 1908 New Orleans, given to my mother by her great-aunt. Hole in it, shot by Phoebe Ann Mosey, and Auntie watched her do it. It never leaves my pocket, and I held it in my hands as I prayed at her grave.
Starr 1919 Baby Grand, birthmarked in Richmond, Indiana, sitting in my living room. Needs a new stringing, but it sure is pretty.
But probably more useful, my 629 S&W in .44 Mag. At least it leaves the house on occasion.
“Btw, dogs are friends, you can’t own them in the true sense of the word.”
I think you’re right, that’s why I said I didn’t really think of him as a possession, even though I technically “own” him. All of the other stuff is just stuff. I like lots of my stuff, and I’ve always got my eye on some more stuff, but I guess I just don’t feel any emotional attachment to any of it. Probably a good thing I think.
Tough call: maybe my full hanging human skeleton companion x 30yr.? Because of the weirdness? Also, you can’t get them anymore – though I feel a little desecration going on along with the reverence. Wouldn’t want to give up the Colt.357 mag., though, for obvious reasons – carry it out in the woods, too. It’s quite comforting. I’m out there alone a lot. Once I literally almost ran smack into a Mama Bear with her two cubs, finessed it, but felt much better “carrying”, with a Plan B – and lot’s o’ Cougar accumulating around here up close, too, thanks to the whackos.
hmmm… I’d have to nominate the big lounge chair in my apartment living room. It’s huge, incredibly comfy, and its shape is very conducive to curling up and drawing for hours.
This is a fun thread.
My favorite posession? My full silver-mounted blackwood bagpipes; beautiful tone, exquisite silverwork, lustrous wood; The Angel’s own pipes.
It’s not my posession, but happyfeet’s cherub-musical-carousel-cigarette dispenser is one of my favorite things I never knew existed. I showed Wifey and she wants one now. It’s very nice.
GMS 5 piece maple drum kit w/Zildjian cymbals and my 2005 Yamaha FZ6
Colt series 80 .45 w/pachmayrs. It’s ugly but it feels right. Closely followed by HK USP Tactical. Less soul, more reliability.
Family Bible. Every family that takes possession of it writes the date on the front page. First entry is 1774.
My library, if that counts. If collective items aren’t allowed… my Unimat DB200. I have a bigger lathe, but that thing is a little jewel. It’s so cute that you want to hang it on a watch chain or something.
Where are you Rusty?
hf, we’ve got a couple Christmas cacti. one white and one pink and they aren’t nearly that large. the previous owner of our house left them here. somewhere, I think I have pictures…
The cool think about pencil cacti, is that you just cut a piece off and wait for it to “heal over” in about a week. Then you just stick it in some dirt and start watering.
If anyone wants one of their own, lemme know. Honestly, mine is huge and I think I can prolly mail cuttings.
Carin! are you always up this early on Sundays? for some reason my brain decided we were just not going to sleep tonight.
My body is programed to wake up around 6 Eastern. It’s a curse. Sometimes I can make it till 7, but not often.
I can’t believe you’re still up.
me neither. I tried.. I crawled into bed about four thirty and gave up at twenty after five. it happens occasionally.
I slept most of the afternoon yesterday, so I woke up after only about 4 hours last night.
If left to my own devices (i.e., without that evil work thing), I’m pretty sure I’d sleep in two shifts every day.
so I keep pondering this favorite possession thing and nothing is really coming to me. I’ve even tried thinking “what would I grab if the house burst into flames?” external hard drive I guess. It’s got all my pictures and music on it.
runner up is probably the recorder for my ipod cause I’m finally listening to my lessons and I can easily crank out practice tracks so I’m not always tied to the piano.
I’m surprised that none of the men has named a watch, nor the women a piece of jewelry, unless I missed something.
Yes, and I would have said that my fave thing is my (replica, obviously) copy of Shakespeare’s First Folio, except that it’s still in print.
I’ve never owned an expensive watch, and haven’t even worn a watch for at least a decade. I’ve always had some electronic device with a clock.
My iPod Touch is a lovely thing, but it’s hard to get emotional about devices that you know will be obsolete in a couple of years.
I like my Vasque boots, too, though they’re several years old, now. I got 7 years out of my previous pair.
Nobody named their Obama plate either.
Weird.
I should have added that my Sig P220 gets honorable mention.
My most prized possession?
Easy.
My cock.
Nobody named their Obama plate either.
I’m waiting for the license plate, myself. Lovingly hand-crafted by The One at USP Leavenworth.
How’s that schoolgirl gossip on who kissed who under the monkey bars workin’ out for ya?
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How’s that schoolgirl gossip on who kissed who under the monkey bars workin’ out for ya?
Pretty well.
How’s that clumsy lying thing working out for your Lord and Savior?
You mean the part where Rhahm delivered a list of approved candidates to Blgo without bambam’s knowledge?
I suppose. it’s more about how my whole musical library is in it. so much easier than trying to hunt down one cd or album out of hundreds that aren’t really organized.
Yep, Roland.
As I make it, the “evolving” story goes like this:
1) Obama had never communicated with Blago. At all.
2) Obama was “investigating” to see if maybe someone on his staff had talked to Blago.
3) Emanuel “might” have talked to Blago, but no payoff was discussed.
4) Emanuel talked to Blago multiple times.
5) Emanuel talked to Blago multiple times, and delivered a list of Obama’s picks for the job.
Thor, no doubt, will start blathering about “context”, but to those of us who haven’t been skipping our meds, it’s clear that Obama deliberately lied to the press.
I wonder if the halos on those Obama plates are starting to look a little tarnished?
Fixed it for truthfulness.
Well, yeah, maggie. My regard for my library is for the content rather than the physical objects that hold it (I do have a few really nice books, but most of them are just standard editions that have no special value).
Now sPies your doctor warned you that thoughts of Obama will induce hypocapnia. Stop looking at his picture and stay away from undivided urinals, listen to your doctor!
Poor thor.
The Holy One buttsurfed him without lube, and now his little thorhole is all sore.
Makes him crankier than usual.
Bibles and guns…….
Kind of clingey.
Add a little self-asphyxiation for a legendary ending!
So, thor, do you wear a gimp mask and while whacking off on your Obama plate?
The arrowhead pendant inset with turquoise that my daughter gave me for Christmas years and years ago. The silver plate has been worn off by camping, hunting, and prospecting.
She gave it to me to keep me safe when doing daddy things.
My Springer milspec is a close second. Don’t leave home often without that, either.
I’m pretty sure you laugh a loud lonely laugh at what your perceive to be the sheer brilliance of your junior high bathroom jingoisms, but, frankly (Larrily), your words reflect more the tertiary symbolism of an effete lapidary whose recessed gums manifest the extent of his Craigian bathroom activities, yes, sexual activities requiring no female participant, sPies, to be specific.
To cure such Craigian behavior, and such proclivities as those you display, during the Justinian era they plied your type with a mouthful of thorns and then used an affixed rag to fill a Craigian’s nostrils with the ammoniac smell of urine for an extended period. Distasteful as it sounds, it may have worked back then, who knows. Consider it if ever you’d like to self-rehabilitate.
Maggie. I’m about 40 miles outside Chicago near Aurora. An no, I’m not gonna haul that thing out to California. It took three men and a boy to get it in here and probably the same to remove it.
I don’t think I have any prized possessions. There are some things, that if I lost them, would sadden me. They’d be trivial, really, to someone else.
I do like to have a swiss army knife in my pocket. I like the one that has the wood saw and the metal file. Comes in handy, it does.
I’d have to go with my Ping G10 Driver.
Hint to thor: this word –> jingoisms
Does not mean what you think it means, unless of course you’re arguing that Obama is an agent of a foreign government. You’re a poseur, thor.
A painting on a scroll of a Japanese beauty that my father-in-law made and painted. My dad’s WWII flight school yearbook. Scrapbooks of pictures of the kids when they were young. A Japanese Doll in a case that my English class gave to me when I left Japan. Those are all special. Everything else is stuff that money can buy.
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The thread is about Christmas SFB.
It’s not our fault you’re dumb enough to vote for a crook. Sucker.
I don’t own any heirloom-quality cool stuff–my sister has the small amount of that sort of thing my parents left behind–and most of my belongings don’t mean that much to me. I don’t have a gun, no pencil cactus, no tulips, nothing irreplaceable other than photos. But get between me and my kids, however, and you’re toast.
Of course, with them in the full flower of young adulthood and me peeping over the top of the hill towards the long (I hope) decline, they’re more likely to defend me these days than the other way ’round!
nuts. I’m in Texas. yeah, those things are kinda heavy huh?
Hmm. Not counting the cats (people don’t own cats–it’s the other way ’round), man, this sounds weird, but after my husband died, I found that no possessions really matter to me any more.
So I’d have to say my drver’s license, for practical reasons only.
Ah, geez, did I kill the thread? Ok, my Episcopal prayer book with both my baptismal and confirmation certificates in it. The 1923 edition.
I’m sorry to hear about your husband, ushie.
My ‘puter…WITH an internet connection. That’s my favorite possession. Knowledge is power, and with a ‘puter, I can access more info and knowledge in a month than most people gain in four years at any college or university. (I read @ 1,200 wpm w/ 85% retention.)
…and just so ya know, I’ve already rocked your world. …problem is, I’m only one man and inertia is a stone, cold bitch. If it weren’t for aspects of 5th Gen Warfare and memetic engineering, I would name myself, “Sisyphus.” Well, it’s either that, or starting a business called, “Polymaths R Us,” but, Atlas shrugged, and I thought that was a Very Good Idea, myself. Why support a system that you are trying to destroy, after all?
Favorite possession: Computer.
Favorite food groups: Coffee and cigarettes.
Take those three things away from me and one of us is going to die. (My wife scares the bejeebers out of me, but even that priestess of Hecate, the Goddess of the Dark World, makes sure that I ALWAYS have coffee, smokes and a ‘puter.)
I hear ya, ushie. I could list a number of sentimental trinkets, most from people who are no longer here. But losing them would not change much.
I’d have to go with the computer, the Mustang and well, I’ve got this big, thirsty bathrobe and a well worn pair of Uggs. It’s all replaceable in short order.
‘s’ok. Thanks.
Of course, I spend so much time on this here machine-box, it’s like my third arm or something.
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Maggie. I think it could crush a Cadillac. My nephew lives in Denton, but I don’t think it will fit in his Jetta.
yeah, the frame has to withstand a lot o’ tension. this site says 15 to 20 tons. I think most frames are cast iron.
Anyhoo, I wouldn’t have anywhere to put another piano at the moment. ;D